Meeting Myself

The journey is always filled with torturous pain
mingled with solitary breaths of reprieve,
head above the surface gasping for air
before being pulled under by the
intensity of raw discovery.

The deepest chambers of the heart
are not to be entered flippantly.
The reward for casual arrogance
in the shadowy descent
is the searing blade of truth.

Pretend neither indifference nor
a mere passing interest in the
quest, for whatever steps
from shadow to light
will redirect
reality.

Life ends and begins in the dark chamber.
The possible awaits the probing.
To burst from darkness to light
is to fly for the first time,
to breathe stardust and
moonbeams.